Meet Marge

April 8, 2011

He got home from work and came upstairs to tell me to go look outside on the back porch. I was drying off wet, squirmy bodies who needed some water time to calm down and thought he was joking. He told me he got it on the side of the road and joked that he felt like an official parent – whatever it was, it was off limits to kids because, “they could lose a finger.” I was intrigued – tools are his thing.

Found by my husband down the street from our house, out with the trash. He knocked on the door and asked the woman if he could take it. He knew it would make me happier than anything. It did. It made my whole week. I laughed. I told him that for all of my talk about wanting to get a push mower, I never would have even known what it was if it had been me driving by.